by JA Low
I look at her, blinking in disbelief. “No way, I can buy my own things.”
“Sorry, no can do. He knew you would say that and he told me that you had no choice,” she says, shrugging and shaking her head at me like it was a done deal.
Pulling out my phone, I send Evan a text.
Sienna: You don’t need to buy me things, Evan.
Evan: I know, but I want to.
Sienna: Thank you but it’s too much and it doesn’t feel right.
Evan: Seriously, most women would jump at an all-expenses paid shopping trip.
Sienna: Yeah, probably but that’s not me, I can afford my own things.
Evan: Fine you can buy your own things but I’m just going to get Charlotte to buy you stuff.
This man is seriously frustrating.
Sienna: Fine, you win.
Evan: That’s my girl. Now have fun, I have to get my beauty rest.
Throwing my phone back into my bag, I start to laugh.
Opening the door to the boys’ dressing room, I stop in my tracks as I see a gorgeous Italian woman interviewing Evan. Her large breasts are pressed hard against his arm, her chocolate eyes looking at Evan like she is going to devour him. She’s flirting with him, her false eyelashes are fluttering at an alarming rate and she keeps touching his arm. The sound of the door opening catches Evan’s attention and the smile I get from him makes everything else I see melt away.
I can tell from Evan’s blue eyes that he appreciates what I am wearing. Most of the girls try so hard with the short skirts that leave nothing to the imagination. They don't know you can still look sexy and not have everything flashing; maybe someone needed to tell the Italian interviewer that. Tonight I went for a classic Dior tuxedo suit that hugged my curves perfectly, the plunging neckline showed off my cleavage. As much as I would love to go braless my breasts need that extra lift, so I indulged in more Agent Provocateur lingerie. That was all I allowed Evan to buy for me. Underneath my jacket, you can see the start of my black lace bra.
“Thank you, that will be all,” Evan says to the interviewer, dismissing her.
Turning to me, he tries for a compliment, “Sienna, you look…fuck, you’ve just made my dick hard.”
My cheeks flush instantly. “Shh, people can hear you.”
Ignoring me, he captures my mouth in a passionate kiss. “I don’t care. People need to know you are mine,” he continues, his hands roaming over the satin of my suit.
My eyes look over to where the Italian interviewer is now packing up; she is most definitely sending daggers my way.
“Pretty sure it’s the other way around. People need to know you're mine; your interviewer was pretty much dry humping your leg.”
Evan bursts out laughing. “You sound jealous, sweetheart.”
I roll my eyes at him.
He takes my chin, holds me in place and says, “I didn’t even notice her. She can try but you have to remember, you’ve ruined me for all other women.” Then his lips capture mine in a soft, sensual kiss. We finally come up for air when we hear a throat being cleared.
“Thank you for the interview, Evan, I think our readers will enjoy it,” the Italian beauty says.
Evan is still holding me around the waist.
“Hope you enjoy the concert,” I add.
Ignoring me, she smiles at Evan. I notice the subtle way she pushes her tits out hoping to get his attention, but when Evan turns to me and whispers something dirty in my ear, she gets the message and leaves with her camera man. Finally, we are alone in the room. Evan locks the door.
“Now, sweetheart, let me see what's hidden underneath your suit. You have been teasing me with every movement. I get a glimpse of your luscious tits and black lace; you know I am a sucker for lace.”
I giggle as I unbutton my jacket letting it fall to the floor.
Evan groans as he takes in my black lace bra, his fingers brush my nipples through the lace.
“Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right now?”
I moan loudly as he rubs my nipple with his fingers.
I’m startled by the hard knock at the door.
“Stop banging your chick, we have a fucking concert,” Christian hollers, making me laugh.
I can see from Evan’s expression that Christian has pissed him off.
I distract him by moving in closer to him, running my hand down his t-shirt covered chest until I reach his denim clad cock giving it a squeeze.
“I’ll be waiting for you backstage, ready to undress you. Now go out there and rock the shit out of this place,” I say, slapping his ass and making him chuckle.
31
Sienna
After three months of traveling through Europe, we are now back in London, the last concert being played to a sold out crowd. The boys made an announcement the other day that they would be taking a break from touring for a while. It sent the fans crazy; the band reassuring them that they would be back very soon. Vanessa has organized a huge after party to celebrate the end of the tour and so many people are trying to get tickets to it.
“Cheers, you bastards, to another tour well done and to never having to see your ugly mugs ever again,” Vanessa jokes as we all clink our glasses together in celebration. “Shit, does that mean you are going to be home all day, every day?” Vanessa asks Christian.
“Sure thing, Queen V. You will finally have me to yourself every single day. I know how much this idea gets you all excited,” Christian says, giving her a kiss on the cheek, making us all laugh.
“Ness, we want to ask you something,” Axel says, looking serious.
The group stops for a moment, all eyes on Vanessa and Axel.
“We were wondering if you would like to be the new PR director for Dirty Texas Records?”
“You want me to run the PR for your label?”
The boys all nod in unison to Vanessa’s question.
She looks at each of them in shock and begins to cry. Silently, tears run down her face. Ness crying is very rare.
“Hey, Ness, no, please don’t cry. Why are you upset, sweetheart?” Christian comforts, while wrapping his arms around her. The other boys look on with worried expressions.
“There is no one else in the world we would trust. You’re family, Ness, and family sticks together,” Axel states, matter-of-factly.
Vanessa’s green eyes look up at him her face lights up with a huge smile “Hell yeah, let’s do this,” she says through her tears. The table erupts into cheers.
The club is filled with London’s hipsters, A-listers, maybe even some European royals thrown in for good measure. The who’s who were after tickets to tonight's party, especially when they realized Dirty Texas were taking a break, people were going crazy to get close to them tonight.
Evan and I are dancing, he has me wrapped in his arms; his cheeks are red from the alcohol he has been drinking. Leaning into my ear, he whispers to me, “I love you, Sienna.” Everything stops. I sober up quickly and stare at him. “Fuck, sorry that wasn’t meant to come out. Shit, it’s probably too soon,” Evan stumbles, the panic on his face evident and very cute.
Giving Evan a quick kiss, I respond, “I have feelings for you too, Evan.”
Pressing his finger against my lip, he silences me. “No need to say anything. I know how you feel and I can’t wait for the day that you say those words back to me.”
I smile back at him and think, fuck, I am lucky. This man loves me and all I want to do is shout how I feel from the rooftops. “You won’t have to wait long, I promise,” I tell him, pulling him into a heated kiss.
“That’s all I need to know…that the possibility is there,” he says as we continue moving our bodies to the beat. “Stay with me in LA.”
“You want me to live with you?” I question, my heart racing. Shit, this all seems to be moving so quickly.
“Sienna, we've been living with each other over the past three months, I think that’s long enough. Plus, I'm much better company than Christia
n and Vanessa.”
He had a point, looking at him I smiled. “Yes.”
This felt like a huge step in our relationship. Every single day and night we have spent together over the past three months have been wonderful. What could go wrong with moving in together?
“I need to take a piss, I'll be right back,” Evan so eloquently tells me, leaving me alone on the dance floor. Watching as he disappears into the crowd, feeling buzzed, I start to dance to the music on my own because I know he won’t be long. A couple songs later I feel hands wrap around my waist and I melt into his chest.
“I forgot how nice it was having you in my arms,” the male voice whispers into my ear.
Pushing myself away, I turn around. I am paralyzed to see Beau staring back at me. What the fuck! I shake my head in disbelief. Seriously how much have I had to drink?
“Hey, Sisi, you look good.” Beau smiles at me, his eyes looking at me, appreciating what he sees.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I question him, my eyes darting around the room hoping that Evan doesn’t walk over, because I'm pretty sure he would punch Beau in the face if he sees him.
“I had nowhere else to go, everything is fucked up,” he says, hanging his head. As he looks back up at me, I notice the black bags under his eyes. Looks like Beau has lost weight as well. Hang on, why the hell is he in London and not at home with his wife and baby? I don’t understand.
“You have two seconds to fuck off before I call security. Go home to your family you’re not welcome here.”
Hearing my comments, Beau takes a step back like I had punched him. I can see my words have hurt him but I don't care. My life is finally getting back on track. I don’t need my ex-husband coming in and fucking everything up. We are over; we have been for months. There is nothing more to say.
“The baby isn’t mine,” Beau confesses.
Everything stops, the lights in the club start to blur, I can feel my throat closing up. I need air and it’s too damn crowded on the dance floor. Pushing myself through the crowd away from Beau, I finally make it off the dance floor, the cool air hitting my face. I feel someone behind me, Beau starts talking again.
“I’m sorry to spring this on you; I have no one else to talk to. Everything I thought I knew isn’t true. My whole life is one big fuck up.” Beau is on the verge of tears as he rakes his hands through his blond hair.
Seriously, this cannot be happening to me right now.
Placing his hand on my arm, he whispers, “Please, Sisi, I just need to talk to you.”
Pulling my arm away, I yell, “There’s nothing you can say to me, Beau, that will change a thing.” I see the hurt and anguish in his eyes and I am trying hard not to give a fuck but ten years of loving and caring for someone is hard to wipe away, especially when they are standing in front of you.
“Can we get out of here and talk?” he asks, giving me a hopeful smile.
“No, Beau, I’m here with my boyfriend,” I respond in a harsh tone. He tenses at the mention of my boyfriend.
“That’s right, Evan Wyld,” Beau laughs. “Who knew you would end up with your hall pass?” he says, shaking his head as if he can’t believe it.
“I’m sorry, Beau, I just can’t,” I state, wrapping my arms around my body to try and protect myself from him.
“Please, just coffee, I just need to talk. Things are about to happen in Australia. I just want to tell you first before it’s splashed all over the papers.”
Huh, now my heart is thundering in my chest, sweat prickling my skin. What is he talking about? Pulling out a scrap of paper he hands it to me.
“Here is my London info. I’m staying with Angus over in Chelsea. I'm going to be there for a while. Please, if you could just give me a moment then I promise I won’t bother you ever again. I need to talk to you, Sisi.”
Clutching the paper in my hand, the desperation in Beau’s voice is worrying.
“Okay, I’ll meet you tomorrow around eleven am at Angus’ house.” I have a feeling I was doing something wrong here by agreeing to see him but I am curious at what was going on and why he is so desperate to see me.
Leaning over, Beau gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Sisi. You’re looking good by the way.” Then he disappears into the night effectively putting an end to my happy mood.
Evan was still sleeping when I left the hotel. I know I should have told him but what could I say. Oh hey, my ex-husband just randomly turned up and needs to talk to me and I think I should go. Fuck, Evan would have a heart attack, probably hunt Beau down and give him some sort of warning. Hopefully, I will be back before he wakes up. He doesn’t need to know, not yet anyway, unless something serious is going to happen. I’m hoping it will be fine. I look around and make sure there is no paparazzi about as I step into a London black cab. Looking behind me making sure no one is following me, I see nothing out of the ordinary but I still can’t relax. The last thing I need is photos of Beau and I together.
Ringing the doorbell of the Chelsea mansion, Beau opens the door with a relaxed smile on his face.
“You came,” he says, looking surprised. Yeah, I am surprised I am here as well.
“I’m still wondering why.”
Beau’s been around me long enough to realize I am not happy.
“I’ve got coffee and some doughnuts in the kitchen.”
He’s trying to sweeten me up with two of my favorite things.
We make our way toward the kitchen where he walks over to the fancy espresso machine and hits a couple of buttons. It starts making coffee.
“Bet Angus is happy to see you again. It’s been years since you caught up with him.”
Fixing my coffee, he remembers the way I like it; milk no sugar.
“Yeah, he was very surprised when I turned up on his doorstep.”
“Yep, I know the feeling,” I say with sarcasm, taking a sip of the coffee. I give him a stern look over the edge of the mug, just so he knows I’m angry with him.
“I’m sorry about surprising you last night. It was the only way I knew you would see me.”
He is probably right but still, it was wrong. “Okay, so spill. Obviously something has happened and apparently I need to know.”
I can see Beau visibly take a deep breath.
“Did you want to sit in the lounge? It will be more comfortable.”
Shaking my head at him, I shout, “No, Beau, just tell me what the hell is going on.”
“I found out that the baby isn’t mine last week. I found messages between Diana and the baby’s father,” he mutters, while playing with his fingers, twisting them as he spoke.
“Do you know who the father is?” I ask, putting my coffee mug down.
“Yeah, sure do. To say I was shocked…” he trails off.
Shit was it a mutual friend? A colleague?
“Dad is the father,” he says calmly.
Huh, I don’t quite understand. What does Phillip have to do with anything?
“The baby is not my son, but my half-brother.”
Oh shit! Fuck, now I get it. Moving toward Beau, I pull him into a hug, because seriously what the hell? That is all kinds of messed up and he doesn’t deserve that. That’s when he breaks down, so many tears, my shoulder is soaked.
“I hate him, Sisi. I hate him with every bone in my body. He is the one that pushed Diana onto me. He told her that he didn’t want his child to grow up a bastard. So they came up with a plan to pin the pregnancy on me.”
I stepped away from him to question him.
“So you never slept with her?” My stomach is somersaulting because if that was true, fuck, I don’t know what to do about that.
Beau looks away. “No, I did sleep with her, but after she drugged my drink to make sure I went through with it. I remember it happening but the details are fuzzy. But then I did it once again when I was sober, so fucking stupid.”
What the fuck! She drugged him? I just don’t understand.
“I never loved h
er, Sisi. That whole production in the paper, the engagement, it was all Diana and my father’s doing. I went along with it because I thought the baby was mine and it was the right thing to do. You have to believe me, Sisi. I would have fought for you if I had known it was all a lie.” Beau holds my hands in his, his thumb rubbing small circles over my palm.
“But you slept with her again, Beau. You still cheated. You chose her; you could have stuck up for me and explained everything. But you let your father rule your life again. I’m sorry this has happened, Beau, but it doesn’t change anything between you and I,” I tell him, tears running down my face. “I have to go.” I grab my jacket as I head toward the door. I can’t be involved with this family anymore. It's fucked up! Destroying your son's happiness to tidy up your own mess is just so wrong.
“It’s coming out in the papers in the next couple of days; I just wanted to let you know.”
Fuck, the Australian media is going to have a field day with this. No wonder Beau escaped to London to get away from it all.
“Hopefully no one cares about me and they leave me alone.”
Beau laughs, “That might be hard seeing as you are dating Evan Wyld.”
I ignore him as I put my coat on. “I love him, Beau. I’m moving in with him when I get back to LA.” I make my way toward the door, opening it I make it to the top step before Beau reaches for me. He turns me into his arms and his lips crash into mine in a kiss. Months ago I would have wished for him to kiss me like that but now, there is nothing. He makes me feel sick, pushing him away I slap him hard across the face.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
Rubbing his cheek, he says, “I love you, Sienna. I thought this would change things, knowing the truth. I want us to have a second chance.”
“I don’t love you anymore, Beau. I’m sorry. I’ve moved on and I think it is best that you do to. Stay here in London with Angus, start afresh.”
“Seriously, this is goodbye. I am never going to see you again?”